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THE MAN who sends his wages back to his impoverished family in Tunisia raided the Bank of Russia yesterday.

Radhi Jaidi struck with barely three minutes left to push back the blue tide that has swept all before it for the last month.

When Tiago's second-half volley doubled a lead given to Chelsea after 35 seconds, a record-breaking ninth consecutive victory seemed a formality for Jose Mourinho's side.

But while Jaidi and Kevin Davies might both claim the goal that got Sam Allardyce's team back into the contest, there was no doubting the ownership of the equaliser.

It was an unlikely end to an unlikely match.

Before you could say Bolton substitute Stelios Giannakopoulos, Chelsea were ahead...and the game had restarted.

In midweek Frank Lampard could not have found one of his own England team-mates if they had been lit up like Oxford Street.

His first pass yesterday was surgically accurate.

Delivered with the outside of his right boot, it spun across the water-quickened surface into the path of Damien Duff, whose chase with Jaidi was a race in name only.

A jink around Jussi Jaaskelainen, a stretching finish, and Big Sam's chewing gum was still minty-fresh as he ripped up a game-plan that had lasted just over half a minute.

While the wonderful novelty of Arjen Robben has captured the Premiership's attention, Duff's efficient return to action has been equally influential.

Duff has been Robben for years. Swaying like a slalomer, the ex-Blackburn man picks the pockets of defenders with quiet stealth.

Rumours still abound about his possible departure...no way, Jose.

His third Premiership goal of the season immediately altered the way we had expected the contest to progress.

Mindful of Robben and Duff's speed, Mourinho was content to allow his side to play almost exclusively on the counter-attack - a tactic only to be used by someone with complete faith in his defence.

But no wonder he trusts it implicitly.

Petr Cech, I can tell you, once got sent off for wearing a hat and he spent his first two weeks in London sleeping on the floor. He could have done both against Bolton in the first half and still not been troubled. Not that Allardyce's side wanted for possession. And this was no bus-across-the-box performance.

Kevin Nolan and Gary Speed were fiercely combative in midfield and Nicky Hunt - who looks like he needs a good dinner - feasted well on an over-elaborating Robben.

But John Terry and Ricardo Carvalho put concrete boots on their opponents - and let their pals take it from there.

Terry - another to have an aberration in Madrid - is peer-less at club level. His presence at set-pieces, both in defence and attack, is formidable.

And when Carvalho avoided an own goal by a decent lick of gloss, it was the first time he has been flustered since his arrival from Portugal. Paulo Ferreira is as elegant a full-back as you could wish for and William Gallas brings an athleticism and muscularity to the left flank that Wayne Bridge lacks.

With so much talent and money in the bank, complacency will be Chelsea's fiercest foe. It was a worthy enemy for much of the first half and reared its head again after Tiago had doubled the lead just after the interval.

At least Bolton lasted 120 seconds of the second half before conceding this one. Robben and Duff worked a short corner and the Dutchman drilled over a low cross that was expertly - or, not giving him the doubt, fortunately - volleyed beyond Jaaskelainen by Tiago. Everyone, including Cech, thought it was all over bar the cigar-lighting. But the fire in Allardyce's teams never goes out.

Speed whipped over a trademark free-kick and the rarest of misjudgements from Cech allowed the ball to bounce off Davies's head, ricochet off Jaidi's back, and drop over the line.

When it is only the second league goal you have conceded at home all season, it's tough to know how to react.

Robben, perhaps giddy with his own publicity, tried to do too much...expect a public cuff from Mourinho to keep him in check soon.

He almost won a penalty - Dermot Gallagher rightly spotting that an infringement from Hunt had been committed just outside the area - but he wasted possession with alarming regularity. And Eidur Gudjohnsen's timing was a fraction awry. Jaaskelainen's clawing stop on the line was eye-catching but the Icelandic striker should have taken the net from its pegs. At least he nearly separated the crossbar from the uprights with a ferocious effort moments later - his last attempt before making way for Glen Johnson. But Chelsea's flow - which had not been as free as usual in the first place - had been properly interrupted.

And Bolton, with their penchant for laughing in the face of glamour, were getting ugly. Even Terry got fed up clearing defensive lines with his head and Speed ended a perfectly-timed run on to Hunt's cross with a diving header straight at an exposed Cech.

And just as Henrik Pedersen nicked a late winner here last season, you could almost smell - as Mourinho likes to say - the late equaliser.

Bruno N'Gotty sent in a free-kick a couple of minutes from time, Davies nodded towards Jaidi and the Tunisian's sweetly-timed half-volley darted inside the post. Mourinho went bottle-kicking back into the dug-out as Jaidi high-fived with Sam and the bench.

Chelsea, who for long periods of this game were painfully over-confident, had no time to respond.

Twice in the last two weeks Mourinho has talked of winning the title early. As Jaidi and Bolton showed at Stamford Bridge, nothing is won early in the Premiership.